All Chapters of Hold on, Mr billionaire. : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

The morning air was crisp and cool, the kind that hinted at the season shifting. I’d woken up thinking about last night—how Adrian had surprised me with that rooftop dinner, how his kiss had left me feeling things I wasn’t ready to admit yet. The sunlight poured through my apartment window as I stared into my closet, trying to find something that felt... right. Professional but not too stiff, approachable but not too casual. My fingers skimmed over a sleek navy blazer and matching trousers. Paired with a white silk blouse, it felt polished yet comfortable. A few curls framed my face as I tucked my hair back into a loose bun. Gold hoops and a simple watch completed the look. If Adrian was going to throw any surprises my way today, I wanted to be ready. By the time I stepped into Langston Corp’s glossy lobby, the hum of the office was already alive. The sound of heels clicking against polished floors, the muted chatter of employees, and the faint scent of fresh coffee mingling wit

The soft hum of the city filtered through the large windows of Adrian’s penthouse. Dinner had been perfect, but sitting here now, across from Adrian, I couldn’t shake the sense of unease that crept in when I allowed myself to think too much. It wasn’t just Ethan’s sudden reappearance or the chaos at work. It was Adrian himself—the way he looked at me, the way he seemed to see past every wall I’d carefully constructed. “You’re quiet,” he said, leaning back in his chair, his dark eyes studying me with quiet intensity. I shrugged, swirling the wine in my glass. “I’m just tired. It’s been a long day.” “Liar.” The word was soft, teasing, but it made my breath catch. He was too good at this—too good at seeing through me, and I wasn’t sure if I liked it. “What makes you think I’m lying?” I asked, meeting his gaze with more defiance than I felt. His lips curved into a slow, deliberate smile. “Because you’ve been fidgeting since the moment you sat down. And because I know you, Be

The morning air buzzed with the sound of city life as I stepped out of the car in front of Langston Industries. The weight of my looming decision still pressed heavily on my chest, but the memory of Adrian’s gentle reassurances from the night before gave me a strange sense of calm. We had shared something unspoken, a connection that felt raw and genuine despite the uncertainties we faced. I knew I had to make a decision soon, but for now, I let myself savor the warmth his words had left behind. Adrian was already in the office when I arrived. I spotted him through the glass walls of his corner office, his posture rigid as he spoke into his phone. He looked like the embodiment of control, his tailored navy suit hugging his broad shoulders as he gestured sharply with his free hand. His focus was magnetic, the kind of energy that demanded attention without trying. It was moments like these that reminded me why Adrian Langston was so revered—and feared—in the business world. But I a

The drive to my mom’s house was both a relief and a struggle. I needed this—a weekend to escape the chaos of Meridian City and the storm Adrian had stirred inside me. But as much as I tried to push it out of my mind, his words lingered. *Stay for me.* My mom lived in the quiet outskirts of the city, where the air was fresher and the pace of life slower. The two-story house where I grew up was just as I remembered it, from the hydrangeas blooming in the front yard to the faint creak of the porch swing. I pulled into the driveway and stepped out, adjusting the strap of my duffel bag on my shoulder. Before I even made it to the front door, it swung open, revealing my mom with her signature warm smile. “There she is,” she said, pulling me into a hug. “You look tired. Busy week?” “You have no idea,” I muttered, leaning into her embrace for a moment longer than usual. Once inside, the scent of cinnamon and freshly baked cookies wrapped around me like a blanket. My mom always knew

The early morning light filtered through the towering windows of the Langston Enterprises building, casting long golden beams over Bella’s desk. The city skyline loomed beyond, a reminder of the immense stakes they were all playing for. Bella sipped her second cup of coffee, the caffeine doing little to calm her racing thoughts. She had spent the better part of the last week combing through the remnants of Monica Tate’s dealings, searching for a thread to unravel the web of deceit. It had become an obsession—a way to distract herself from the turmoil in her personal life while contributing something tangible to Adrian’s fight. Today felt different. There was a spark of hope, a gnawing intuition that she was close to finding something that mattered. The office was quieter than usual. It was Saturday, and only a handful of employees were working overtime. The hum of the air conditioning and the occasional shuffle of papers were the only sounds that accompanied Bella’s determined t